Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.